When do we reach that point in our lives that simple tasks become so complicated?
I used to cook all the time. I enjoyed it and really made some good food. I recently haven't had the time to do so and eating alone every night makes it hard to push for culinary excellence. Today, I decided to have a delicious, Totino's Supreme pizza. In utter disappointment, I discovered that I was out of aluminum foil. So in my infinite genius, I determined that wax paper was a wise choice. People bake cookies with this all the time, right? I pre-heated the oven and read the directions carefully (okay, not really). However, I didn't exceed the maximum baking time to ensure that I had a pizza of maximum eating quality. Well, I burned the damn thing - the crust anyway. It was fused to the paper as if some nuclear reaction had merged the two elements together. The whole house smells like a burnt, wet cigarette.
I'm smarter than this! How the hell did this happen? What does one do? Well, when you're suffering from an existential funk and haven't eaten regulary in months, you eat the freakin' thing - wax paper and all.
